Prophet Song

by Paul Lynch

tradition is nothing more than what everyone can agree on – the scientists, the teachers, the institutions, if you change ownership of the institutions then you can change ownership of the facts, you can alter the structure of belief, what is agreed upon,

if you say one thing is another thing and you say it enough times, then it must be so, and if you keep saying it over and over people accept it as true

Sooner or later, of course, reality reveals itself, he says, you can borrow for a time against reality but reality is always waiting, patiently, silently, to exact a price and level the scales——

The winter rain falls lush and cold, the passing days held numb within the rain so that it seems to mask time’s passing, each day giving to faceless day until the winter is at full bloom.

she finds herself rising upward through sleep until her sleep lies broken in the dark room.

the faces pained with the vertigo of staring into sudden abyss,